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‘He was lying. He wouldn’t take you back. You’re too old.’
‘You don’t know,’ said Aimeric.
'Thick-voiced and rough-cheeked, you’d make him sick.’
'You don’t know anything—’
‘With your ageing body, your overripe attentions, you’re nothing but—’
‘You’re wrong about us! He loves me!’

Wtf.... I'm so disgusting 😶

I kissed him, thought Damen, ....The warm, sweet kiss had been broken in a moment of promise: the first slight parting of lips, the hint that Laurent had been on the cusp of allowing the kiss to deepen, though his body had been singing with tension.
When he closed his eyes, he felt how it might have happened: slowly... He would have been careful, so careful.

He's soooo in love.

His hand had lain there, and pushed up into the soft, warm golden hair. Interrupted, the kiss was alive between them, in dark eyes and heartbeats. His attention swung back to the intruder. The threat that Jord posed to him was galvanising. What had happened was not going to be threatened by anything or anyone.

Why am I liking this possessiveness??

‘I didn’t understand what being King meant to you.’
‘What’s that?’
'An end to fighting.’....
‘I wish it could have been different between us, I wish I could have behaved to you with more honour. I want you to know that you will have a friend across the border, whatever happens tomorrow, whatever happens to both of us.’
‘Friends,’ said Laurent. ‘Is that what we are?’

Bitch I'm screaming here.

Damen drew back, and that was the right thing to do too, allowing the moment to be easy: a small, shared intimacy at table, one that passed largely unnoticed by the other diners.

Noooo let him feed you!

‘That wasn’t a play against my uncle. That was a play against Nicaise. Boys are easy. At thirteen,’ said Laurent, ‘you could have led me around by the nose.’
'I can’t believe you were ever easy.’
‘Think of the greenest innocent you’ve ever tumbled,’ said Laurent. And then, when Damen didn’t answer: ‘I forgot, you don’t fuck boys.’
Damen said, ‘Men, sometimes.’
'In the absence of women?’
'When I want them.’

Erasmus, he recalled, had been trained for him. He would be obedient to every order, intuit every whim, willingly. Damen turned his eyes to Laurent.... Laurent was complicated and contradictory, and Damen could look nowhere else.

Holy shit.

<0i>He felt hot, then cold. He thought of Laurent’s delicate, needling talk that froze into icy rebuff if Damen pushed at it, but if he didn’t—if he matched himself to its subtle pulses and undercurrents—continued, sweetly deepening, until he could only wonder if he knew, if they both knew, what they were doing.

Oh he absolutely is in love with him.

‘Damianos,’ Touars said. ‘Prince-killer.’
It was the last thing he said. Damen pulled the sword out. He took a step back.
Of what Jord, for the second time that day, was seeing.
‘Does he know?’ said Jord.

Fuck! shit.

Each word was precise. ‘That is how Akielons win wars, isn’t it? Why fight the whole army, when you can just cut off the head?’

I swear he knows!!! I think he might've known all along!! It just makes no sense that he doesn't know.